My husband, Michael, knows me. He knows that I am a candle nut. I am a fuh-reak for smelly candles and my sweetie is just that kind of sensitive guy to know that after all these years of buying my beloved scented candles at Illuminations, my heart broke when they closed their doors. And then (Sit down now because this is really, really bad.), they referred me to Yankee Candle. Yankee Candle! A saaaaad substitute to sate my nasty habit for delicious, aromatic, delightful, all-day-long make-the-house-smell-so-nice candles!
Agh! So, I was sad. Privately sad. I barely said a word about it. Nary a word. And yet, yesterday Michael came home with two lovely bags from this amazing little store on Balboa Island called CandlEssence.
It's really a shame that computer screens don't come with a scratch-and-sniff option because then you could smell Fig Biscotti, Merlot, Yucca Tumbleweed, Jasmine, Black Ginger & Bamboo, Garden Lily, Nag Champa, Sandalwood, Wisteria, Chocolate, Passion Fruit, or my absolute favorite Ocean Breeze. Yummy! I'm not kidding... your nose would thank Intel if they would just get on the ball with the scratch-and-sniff dealy-o. I'm onto somethin' here!
Anywho, Michael included this sweet poem (yes, he writes me poetry) which I thought you might appreciate:
Death of a favorite store
Is sure a sad, sad thing
"Oh, where to find good candles?"
Our poor soul now must sing.
We must make do with less,
That is our goal in brief.
I hope that these will help you
Conquer your deep grief!
Thanks, babe... I'm doing OK, thanks to your thoughfulness.
RIP, Illuminations! I will miss you!
Edward John Carnell, 1919-1967
14 hours ago